Page 58 of The Game
Wow! He’s desperate, but I’m not that crazy to go back to that bitch who calls herself my mother.
Asher opens my door, his topless and only wearing some basketball shorts. I know what he’s wearing under that…nothing. He waves at Sadie and Cadence. They both sigh as he blows me a kiss.
“Look, I have to go. Nice talking to you, Malcom.” I don’t give him a chance to respond. I hang up the phone. Asher gives me a puzzled look.
“He got me on a private number. I always answer them in case its something important.”
“Your mom’s still trying to get you there for Christmas?” I don’t think so.
I shake my head.
“I think they want to talk to me in person. That’s it. Malcom seems a little worried about someone. But that got nothing to do with me. He’s only calling on Mom's behalf.”
Asher holds his hand out for me to take. I let him pull me up and I stumble into him on purpose.
“Whoops.” I sneak a kiss.
“There will be plenty more of them where we’re going.” He winks down at me as he leads me out of the room and into his.
I feel like a naughty kid. Going to hide in his room and sneak all the candy. But it's to sneak kisses and orgasms right now. He closes his door softly to not draw attention and grabs me under my shoulders.
I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him and I take in a fist of his hair and pull his head back. Those dark eyes pierce me right through me to my soul.
I kiss him, hard and fast. I love these stolen moments. They’re just ours.
He saunters into his walk-in closet, and I know what he wants. We talked about this. I slide down his body. A playful smile hints at my lips. He leaves me there and I look at his blue jersey waiting for me. He said he wanted me to wear it, with nothing else on. And that’s what I’m going to do.
Istalk out his closet wearing only the jersey. His name is across the back. I turn around and slowly lift the hem, showing a corner of my bare ass.
“Oh fuck. Mila. I’m so hard already. You tease me too much, girl.” I smirk over my shoulder at him.
“I try.” I wink as I drop to my knees. He groans and shifts his shorts. I can see his cock through the fabric. There’s no hiding. He’s ready for me. We haven’t gone this far before. I want to blow his mind and he wants to lick my pussy till I come. The carpet is soft as I slowly prowl towards him.
He leans back on the bed, bracing himself with his elbows, and I make my way up to him. My fingers snake up his leg and under the shorts. I find his cock and give it a small stroke. He moans and I shake my head at him to be quiet.
I rub my thumb through the pre-cum and bring my hand out to taste him. Sucking my thumb into my mouth, he rolls his eyes back and tries to keep quiet. I love this feeling. It's powerful to me. Sitting between his legs, tasting him. Making him wait for me.
“Please, Mila. God.” He drops his head back and palms his cock through his shorts, and I know I’ve given him enough torture. I sit up and pull his shorts down until his hard length springs free and I chuckle.
“God, Mila. This isn’t a laughing matter. I’m gonna die if you don’t put your mouth on there.”
He watches me as I run my tongue from base to tip, then suck the head of his cock. Swirling my tongue around, he groans and reaches for me. then flops his head back on the bed, covering his eyes.
Asher can’t keep still. And I love the taste of him. I use my fist and suck him as deep as I can.
“Mila, fuck, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” I try to tell him to shut up. He’ll draw attention, but he just can’t help himself.
I cup his balls and roll them around in my hand and he moans curse words.
“Mila?” I hear my dad call from outside Asher’s door. My eyes widen and I see Asher’s face as he sits up, looking at his door.
But it’s too late. My mouth lets go of his cock with a pop as Asher quickly puts his dick away. Kate’s standing at his door, staring at us. My dad turns from my bedroom door and sees us.
Fuck.
Kate is the first to speak.
“We were just coming to see if you wanted to do some Christmas shopping with us. But I think… I just. I… James?” she turns to my dad and he can’t even look me in the eye.
